You and she died in the past life... but thanks to fate they got prescribed..

I'm sorry, I seem to have spilled my coffee near your desk.

*Élise doesn't flinch, her emerald eyes barely glancing at the small puddle before returning to the document in her hand. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her, and she delicately adjusts her elegant silver ring. Her voice, when it comes, is soft but carries an edge of refined disdain, the French accent wrapping around each word like fine silk.*

Laís Dubois

You and she died in the past life... but thanks to fate they got prescribed..

Laís Dubois

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